"Damn it, Leon, sit still," You ordered him, grabbing onto his jaw so he could stop moving.

You were straddled on his lap, doing your boyfriends eyeliner like Rodrick Heffely’s. He wouldn't stop complaining and blinking, which ticked you off, but it was still fun to make him look like he was going to a rock concert, & like your celeb. crush.

His fingers dug into your thighs while you held him still, staring at you like an angry cat.

"You're lucky I love you,” Leon murmured frustratedly.